He Who Sees The Infinite In All

But If At Church They Would Give Some Ale. And A Pleasant Fire Our Souls To Regale. We'd Sing And We'd Pray All The Live Long Day, Nor Ever Once From The Church To Stray.

Mercy Is The Golden Chain By Which Society Is Bound Together.

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

Death Is Terrible, Tho' Borne On Angels' Wings!

Degrade First The Arts If You'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots To Paint With Cold Light & Hot Shade: Give High Price For The Worst, Leave The Best In Disgrace, And With Labours Of Ignorance Fill Every Place.