As Covetousness Is The Root

Wit Is The Fruitful Womb Where Thoughts Conceive.

Great Families Of Yesterday We Show, And Lords, Whose Parents Were The Lord Knows Who.

Nature Has Left This Tincture In The Blood, That All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

This Town Of Sheffield Is Very Populous And Large, The Streets Narrow, And The Houses Dark And Black, Occasioned By The Continued Smoke Of The Forges, Which Are Always At Work: Here They Make All Sorts Of Cutlery-ware, But Especially That Of Edged-tools, Knives, Razors, Axes, &. And Nails

I Hear Much Of People's Calling Out To Punish The Guilty, But Very Few Are Concerned To Clear The Innocent.