The Manner Of Giving Is

Do Your Duty And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

I Believe Everything To Be Just When A King Ordains It.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.