I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

Inspire The Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World Is Past Its Infant Age: Arms And Honour, Arms And Honour, Set The Martial Mind On Fire, And Kindle Manly Rage.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.