When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.