They First Condemn That First Advised The

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.

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.