And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.