A Good Poet's Made As Well As

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It Brings Gladness To His Friends, Grief To His Enemies, And Glory To His Posterity.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.