To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

Poets Heap Virtues, Painters Gems, At Will, And Show Their Zeal, And Hide Their Want Of Skill.

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

Who Combats Bravely Is Not Therefore Brave, He Dreads A Death-bed Like The Meanest Slave: Who Reasons Wisely Is Not Therefore Wise,- His Pride In Reasoning, Not In Acting Lies.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.