Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

The Life Of A Wit Is A Warfare Upon Earth.

I Was Not Born For Courts And Great Affairs, But I Pay My Debts, Believe And Say My Prayers.

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.