You Taught Me Language, And My Profit

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Did He So Often Lodge In Open Field, In Winter's Cold And Summer's Parching Heat, To Conquer France, His True Inheritance?

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.