Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

Poets Like Painters, Thus Unskilled To Trace The Naked Nature And The Living Grace, With Gold And Jewels Cover Ev'ry Part, And Hide With Ornaments Their Want Of Art. True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed, What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Those Move Easiest Who Have Learn'd To Dance.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

Extremes In Nature Equal Ends Produce; In Man They Join To Some Mysterious Use.