Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never

From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: When Nature Underneath A Heap Of Jarring Atoms Lay, And Could Not Heave Her Head, The Tuneful Voice Was Heard From High, 'arise, Ye More Than Dead!' Then Cold, And Hot, And Moist, And Dry, In Order To Their Stations Leap, And Music's Power Obey. From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: From Harmony To Harmony Through All The Compass Of The Notes It Ran, The Diapason Closing Full In Man.

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.