He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

Our Business In The Field Of Fight, Is Not To Question, But To Prove Our Might.

Heav'n From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate, All But The Page Prescribed, Their Present State: From Brutes What Men, From Men What Spirits Know: Or Who Could Suffer Being Here Below?

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.