There's A Lust In Man, No Charm

Nature, In Giving Tears To Man, Confessed That He Had A Tender Heart; This Is Our Noblest Quality.

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

The Love Of Pelf Increases With The Pelf. [lat., Crescit Amor Nummi Quantum Ipsa Pecunia Crescit.]

So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For Glory Than For Virtue.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.