Whatever Is, Is Right.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Presumptuous Man! The Reason Wouldst Thou Find,why Form'd So Weak, So Little, And So Blind?first, If Thou Canst, The Harder Reason Guess,why Form'd No Weaker, Blinder, And No Less!ask Of Thy Mother Earth, Why Oaks Are Madetaller Or Stronger Than The Weeds They Shade?or Ask Of Yonder Argent Fields Above,why Jove's Satellites Are Less Than Jove?

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.