We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

Since A True Knowledge Of Nature Gives Us Pleasure, A Lively Imitation Of It, Either In Poetry Or Painting, Must Produce A Much Greater; For Both These Arts Are Not Only True Imitations Of Nature, But Of The Best Nature.