Date: 1766

"Altho' your brains are Lead, / These Quills, my Lads, will get you Bread"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1766

"I boast not iron ribs, nor heart of steel, / Raw is my flesh, and warm my blood to feel"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1766

"Should you but discompose the tide, / On which Ideas wont to ride, / Ferment it with a yeasty Storm, / Or with high Floods of Wine deform."

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1766

"Wisdom, which men with so much pain, / With so much weariness attain, / May in a little moment quit, / And abdicate the throne of Wit, / And leave, a vacant seat, the brain, / For Folly to usurp and reign."

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1767

"Shun, shun the Wretch, and case your Heart in Steel, / Lose not a Thought on those who cannot feel;"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)