Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming Spray, With Joyous Musick Wake The Dawning Day.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

This Long Disease, My Life.