The Trust I Have Is In Mine

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?