Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The

War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Would Not Play At.

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

I Have A Kitten,the Drollest Of All Creatures That Ever Wore A Cat's Skin.

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.