Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

A Fly, A Grape-stone, Or A Hair Can Kill.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

Persons Of Genius, And Those Who Are Most Capable Of Art, Are Always Most Fond Of Nature: As Such Are Chiefly Sensible, That All Art Consists In The Imitation And Study Of Nature.