All Things Are Subject To Decay And

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

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

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.