Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

From Plots And Treasons Heaven Preserve My Years, But Save Me Most From My Petitioners. Unsatiate As The Barren Womb Or Grave; God Cannot Grant So Much As They Can Crave.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.