Have Not All Past Human

The French Courage Proceeds From Vanity

That Famish'd People Must Be Slowly Nurst, And Fed By Spoonfuls, Else They Always Burst.

This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands, Of Hope To Rise, Or Fear To Fall; Lord Of Himself, Though Not Of Lands, And Leaving Nothing, Yet Hath All.

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.