I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

A Man Who Admires A Fine Woman, Has Yet Not More Reason To Wish Himself Her Husband, Than One Who Admired The Hesperian Fruit, Would Have Had To Wish Himself The Dragon That Kept It.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

He Who Tells A Lie Is Not Sensible Of How Great A Task He Undertakes; For He Must Be Forced To Invent Twenty More To Maintain That One.