Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!