Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous; And For The Multitude To Be Ingrateful Were To Make A Monster Of The Multitude; Of Which We Being Members, Should Bring Ourselves To Be Monstrous Members.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.