Corporations have no souls, 137.
Could we with ink, &c., 179. 256. 482.
Days of my youth, 601.
De male quæsitis gaudet, &c., 600.
Extinctus amabitur idem, 421. 552.
Firm was their faith, &c., 17. 135.
For he that fights and runs away, 137.
Forgive, blest shade, 542.
* He no longer shall dwell, 301.
Hic locus odit, amat, 552.