I Will Tear This Folly

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

In Peace, Love Tunes The Shepherd's Reed; In War, He Mounts The Warrior's Steed; In Halls, In Gay Attire Is Seen; In Hamlets, Dances On The Green. Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above; For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When Once Sullied By A Breath, May Be Wiped Clear Again; But If Once Cracked Can Never Be Repaired.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.