In All Thy Humours, Whether Grave Or

The Gods In Bounty Work Up Storms About Us, That Give Mankind Occasion To Exert Their Hidden Strength, And Throw Our Into Practice Virtues That Shun The Day, And Lie Concealed In The Smooth Seasons And The Calms Of Life.

Virtue Which Shuns, The Day.

There Is Not A More Melancholy Object Than A Man Who Has His Head Turned With Religious Enthusiasm.

When Love's Well-timed 'tis Not A Fault To Love; The Strong, The Brave, The Virtuous, And The Wise, Sink In The Soft Captivity Together.

Troops Of Heroes Undistinguished Die.