For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Discover The Opinion Of Your Enemies, Which Is Commonly The Truest; For They Will Give You No Quarter, And Allow Nothing To Complaisance.