From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.