Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults,

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

The Scripture In Times Of Disputes Is Like An Open Town In Times Of War, Which Serves In Differently The Occasions Of Both Parties.

Music The Fiercest Grief Can Charm, And Fate's Severest Rage Disarm. Music Can Soften Pain To Ease, And Make Despair And Madness Please; Our Joys Below It Can Improve, And Antedate The Bliss Above.

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.