Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Have Patience, And Endure

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.