In A Sadly Pleasing Strain, Let The

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.

Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His Store, Sees But A Backward Steward For The Poor.

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Whatever Is, Is Right.

Of All The Causes Which Conspire To Blind Man's Erring Judgement, And Misguide The Mind, What The Weak Head With Strongest Bias Rules, Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.