When I Consider Life, It Is All

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.