There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.