Riches Cannot Rescue From The

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.