On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Court-virtues Bear, Like Gems, The Highest Rate, Born Where Heav'n Influence Scarce Can Penetrate. In Life's Low Vale, The Soil The Virtues Like, They Please As Beauties, Here As Wonders Strike.

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.