To Keep Up As Good A Cuisine

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Be Gentle With The Young.

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]