But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.