Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain Doubts And Idle Cares And Over Caution.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.