Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.