The Lot Of Man - To Suffer

The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts, Is Won.

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.