The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In

No Might Nor Greatness In Mortality Can Censure 'scape; Back- Wounding Calumny The Whitest Virtue Strikes. What King So Strong Can Tie The Gall Up In The Slanderous Tongue?

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.