War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.