I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.