And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare

But Many A Crime Deemed Innocent On Earth Is Registered In Heaven; And These No Doubt Have Each Their Record, With A Curse Annex'd.

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

His Wit Invites You By His Looks To Come, But When You Knock, It Never Is At Home.

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.