We Must Eat To Live, And Not

The Devil Take Me, If I Think Anything But Love To Be The Object Of Love.

The Hounds All Join In Glorious Cry, / The Huntsman Winds His Horn: / And A-hunting We Will Go.

For I Hope My Friends Will Pardon Me, When I Declare, I Know None Of Them Without A Fault; And I Should Be Sorry If I Could Imagine, I Had Any Friend Who Could Not See Mine. Forgiveness, Of This Kind, We Give And Demand In Turn.

It Is Admirably Remarked, By A Most Excellent Writer, That Zeal Can No More Hurry A Man To Act In Direct Opposition To Itself Than A Rapid Stream Can Carry A Boat Against Its Own Current.

As The Malicious Disposition Of Mankind Is Too Well Known, And The Cruel Pleasure Which They Take In Destroying The Reputation Of Others, The Use We Are To Make Of This Knowledge Is, To Afford No Handle For Reproach; For Bad As The World Is, It Seldom Falls On Anyone Who Hath Not Given Some Slight Cause For Censure.