The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

Not Grace, Or Zeal, Love Only Was My Call, And If I Lose Thy Love, I Lose My All.

A Good-natured Man Has The Whole World To Be Happy Out Of.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!