I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.

Knowledge Is Not Happiness, And Science But An Exchange Of Ignorance For That Which Is Another Kind Of Ignorance.

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?