Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.