And, Dying, Bless The Hand

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.