By Education Most Have Been Misled.

When The Sun Sets, Shadows, That Shew'd At Noon But Small, Appear Most Long And Terrible; So, When We Think Fate Hovers O'er Our Heads, Our Apprehensions Shoot Beyond All Bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets Seem The Watch Of Death, Nature's Worst Vermine Scare Her God-like Sons. Ecchoes The Very Leavings Of A Voice, Grow Babling Ghosts, And Call Us To Our Graves: Each Mole-hill Thought Swells To A Huge Olympus, While We Fantastick Dreamers Heave And Puff, And Sweat With An Imagination's Weight.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.