Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

Where True Love Burns Desire Is Love's Pure Flame; It Is The Reflex Of Our Earthly Frame, That Takes Its Meaning From The Nobler Part, And But Translates The Language Of The Heart.

Where Virtue Is, Sensibility Is The Ornament And Becoming Attire Of Virtue. On Certain Occasions It May Almost Be Said To Become Virtue. But Sensibility And All The Amiable Qualities May Likewise Become, And Too Often Have Become, The Panders Of Vice And The Instruments Of Seduction.

The Beautiful Arises From The Perceived Harmony Of An Object, Whether Sight Or Sound, With The Inborn And Constitutive Rules Of The Judgment And Imagination: And It Is Always Intuitive.

Carved With Figures Strange And Sweet, All Made Out Of The Carver's Brain.

Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of Being Stolen From, As Pickpockets Are Observed Commonly To Walk With Their Hands In Their Breeches' Pockets.