Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be

A Brave Man Thinks No One His Superior Who Does Him An Injury, For He Has It Then In His Power To Make Himself Superior To The Other By Forgiving It.

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.

And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe To Midnight Dances And The Public Show.