Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.