By Education Most Have Been Misled.

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Virgil Is So Exact In Every Word, That None Can Be Changed But For A Worse; Nor Any One Removed From Its Place, But The Harmony Will Be Altered. He Pretends Sometimes To Trip; But It Is Only To Make You Think Him In Danger Of A Fall, When He Is Most Secure.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.