Whatever Is, Is Right.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.

At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

Extremes In Nature Equal Ends Produce; In Man They Join To Some Mysterious Use.