Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or

If Thou Dost Still Retain The Same Ill Habits, The Same Follies, Too, Still Thou Art Bound To Vice, And Still A Slave.

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

Love Is A Child That Talks In Broken Language, Yet Then He Speaks Most Plain.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!