Death's A Debt; His Mandamus Binds All

Easy Writings Curse Is Hard Reading.

There Is No Trusting Appearances.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

The Silver Ore Of Pure Charity Is An Expensive Article In The Catalogue Of A Man's Good Qualities.

I'm Called Away By Particular Business - But I Leave My Character Behind Me