What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's

Oh, Blindness To The Future! Kindly Giv'n, That Each May Fill The Circle Mark'd By Heaven.

How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet Keep The Sense, And Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offence?

Some People Will Never Learn Anything, For This Reason, Because They Understand Everything Too Soon.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.