Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.