The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The

We Can Never Be Grieved For Their Miseries Who Are Thoroughly Wicked, And Have Thereby Justly Called Their Calamities On Themselves.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.