'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.