Slave To No Sect, Who

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.