O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought

. . . For Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive. Cease To Admire, And All Her Plumes Fall Flat And Shrink Into A Trivial Toy, At Every Sudden Slighting Quite Abash'd.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.