Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

[t]he Famous Rules Which The French Call, Des Trois Unitez , Or, The Three Unities, Which Ought To Be Observ'd In Every Regular Play; Namely, Of Time, Place, And Action.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.