The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.