In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

For When Was Public Virtue To Be Found Where Private Was Not?

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The Trees, Rock'd In The Cradle Of The Western Breeze.

God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath Should Make Resolutions To Enlarge Jurisdiction.

I Seem Forsaken And Alone, / I Hear The Lion Roar; / And Every Door Is Shut But One, / And That Is Mercy's Door.

All Constraint, / Except What Wisdom Lays On Evil Men, / Is Evil.