The Foole Doth Thinke He

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.