Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.