Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality