As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There.

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All Abroad.