All Things Are Subject To Decay And

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our Life.

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!