All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

The Muse But Serv'd To Ease Some Friend, Not Wife, / To Help Me Through This Long Disease, My Life.

A Fly, A Grape-stone, Or A Hair Can Kill.

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed; What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.