If You Cannot Imagine With

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

But Most Thro' Midnight Streets I Hear How The Youthful Harlots Curse Blasts The New-born Infants Tear And Blights With Plagues The Marriage Hearse

Always Be Ready To Speak Your Mind, And A Base Man Will Avoid You.

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.