Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.