To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean

Sure Of Their Qualities And Demanding Praise, More Go To Ruined Fortunes Than Are Raised.

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

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.

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

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.