All The Learn'd Are Cowards

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft The Brave, And Him Who Should Be Victor, Makes The Slave.

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.