Errors Like Straws Upon The

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.