Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

Here Shock, The Pride Of All His Kind, Is Laid, Who Fawned Like Man, But Ne'er Like Man Betrayed.

Shall Ignorance Of Good And Ill Dare To Direct The Eternal Will? Seek Virtue, And Of That Possest, To Providence Resign The Rest.

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.