O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.