Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.

Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.