In Every Age And Clime

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

I Know You Lawyers Can With Ease, Twist Words And Meanings As You Please; That Language, By Your Skill Made Pliant, Will Bend To Favour Every Client; That 'tis The Fee Directs The Sense, To Make Out Either Side's Pretense.

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.