Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

For All Have Not The Gift Of Martyrdom.

When We View Elevated Ideas Of Nature, The Result Of That View Is Admiration, Which Is Always The Cause Of Pleasure.