And Not A Vanity Is Given In

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

Women, As They Are Like Riddles In Being Unintelligible, So Generally Resemble Them In This, That They Please Us No Longer Once We Know Them.