Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

Who Can In Reason Then Or Right Assume Monarchy Over Such As Live By Right His Equals, If In Power Or Splendor Less, In Freedom Equal?

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

With Thee Goes Thy Husband, Him To Follow Thou Art Bound; Where He Abides, Think There Thy Native Soil.