Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Never Find Fault With The Absent.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.