A Horse That Can Count To Ten

If The Guardian Or The Mother Tell The Woes Of Willful Waste, Scorn Their Counsel And Their Pother, You Can Hang Or Drown At Last.

To A Poet Nothing Can Be Useless.

No Man Likes To Live Under The Eye Of Perpetual Disapprobation.

The Necessary Connexion Of Representatives With Taxes, Seems To Have Sunk Deep Into Many Of Those Minds, That Admit Sounds, Without Their Meaning.

Whatever You Have Spend Less.