Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!