And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.