He Hurts Me Most Who

It Can't Be Nature, For It Is Not Sense.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

Nature, Through All Her Works, In Great Degree, Borrows A Blessing From Variety. Music Itself Her Needful Aid Requires To Rouse The Soul, And Wake Our Dying Fires.

Wit, Who Never Once Forgave A Brother, Shall Forgive A Dunce.

He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth A Bone.