Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.