It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

God grant us patience!

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.