Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Virtue Without Success Is A Fair Picture Shown By An Ill Light; But Lucky Men Are Favorites Of Heaven; All Own The Chief, When Fortune Owns The Cause.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.