A Man May Think An Untruth As

Be Just Before You Are Generous.

I'll Make My Old Clothes Know Who's Master. I Shall Straightaway Cashier The Hunting-frock, And Render My Leather Breeches Incapable. My Hair Has Been In Training Some Time.

I Was Struck All On A Heap.

Give Them A Corrupt House Of Lords, Give Them A Venal House Of Commons, Give They A Tyrannical Prince, Give Them A Truckling Court, And Let Me Have But An Unfettered Press. I Will Defy Them To Encroach A Hair's Breadth Upon The Liberties Of England.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.