Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

The Scripture In Times Of Disputes Is Like An Open Town In Times Of War, Which Serves In Differently The Occasions Of Both Parties.

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.