Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned Than War.

Come And Trip It As Ye Go On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

I Must Not Quarrel With The Will Of Highest Dispensation, Which Herein, Haply Had Ends Above My Reach To Know.