This Liberty Is All That I Request.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.