O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.