Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.