Crime Generally Punishes Itself.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.

In All My Wanderings Round This World Of Care, In All My Griefs-and God Has Given My Share- I Still Had Hopes My Latest Hours To Crown, Amidst These Humble Bowers To Lay Me Down.

For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil, That Those That Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

Unequal Combinations Are Always Disadvantageous To The Weaker Side.