I As Little Fear That

Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power Succeeds, Some Athens Perishes, Or Some Tully Bleeds.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

If It Be The Chief Point Of Friendship To Comply With A Friends Motions And Inclinations, He Possesses This In A Eminent Degree; He Lies Down When I Sit, And Walks When I Walk, Which Is More Than Many Good Friends Can Pretend To Do.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.