Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.