Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.