Variety's The Very Spice Of Life, That

Lord, It Is My Chief Complaint, That My Love Is Weak And Faint; Yet I Love Thee And Adore, Oh For Grace To Love Thee More!

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

I Would Not Have A Slave To Till My Ground, To Carry Me, To Fan Me While I Sleep, And Tremble When I Wake, For All The Wealth That Sinews Bought And Sold Have Ever Earn'd.

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.

Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To Another's Pain.