Thou Wert My Guide, Philosopher, And Friend.

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.