Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Three Poets, In Three Distant Ages Born, Greece, Italy, And England Did Adorn. The First In Loftiness Of Thought Surpass'd; The Next, In Majesty; In Both The Last. The Force Of Nature Could No Further Go; To Make A Third, She Join'd The Former Two.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.