They Say Everything In The World Is

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.