Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

Good Sense And Good-nature Are Never Separated, Though The Ignorant World Has Thought Otherwise. Good-nature, By Which I Mean Beneficence And Candor, Is The Product Of Right Reason.