He Made All Countries Where He Came

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.