Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!