Wishers Were Ever Fools.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.