My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.