Invention Flags, His Brain Goes Muddy, And

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.