Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

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