Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.