Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

There Is An Inimitable Grace In Virgil's Words, And In Them Principally Consists That Beauty Which Gives So Inexpressible A Pleasure To Him Who Best Understands Their Force. This Diction Of His, I Must Once Again Say, Is Never To Be Copied; And Since It Cannot, He Will Appear But Lame In The Best Translation.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.