War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Sculptors Are Obliged To Follow The Manners Of The Painters, And To Make Many Ample Folds, Which Are Unsufferable Hardness, And More Like A Rock Than A Natural Garment.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.