To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.