I Always Get The Better When I

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

Good People All, With One Accord, Lament For Madam Blaize, Who Never Wanted A Good Word From Those Who Spoke Her Praise.

Those Who Place Their Affections At First On Trifles For Amusement, Will Find These Trifles Become At Last Their Most Serious Concerns.

The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The Dog It Was That Died.

Thou Source Of All My Bliss And All My Woe, That Found'st Me Poor At First, And Keep'st Me So.