The Conscience Of A People Is Their

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.

He Who Trusts A Secret To His Servant Makes His Own Man His Master.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!