Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Some Of Our Philosophizing Divines Have Too Much Exalted The Faculties Of Our Souls, When They Have Maintained That By Their Force Mankind Has Been Able To Find Out God.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.