Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.

Treason Is Greatest Where Trust Is Greatest.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.