Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In

Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A Joke.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.