Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another.