As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Most Women Have No Characters At All.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

In A Sadly Pleasing Strain, Let The Warbling Lute Complain.