We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.