Beauty That Shocks You, Parts

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.

Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To Err Is Human, To Forgive, Divine.

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.