'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

How Do We Know That We Have A Right To Kill Creatures That We Are So Little Above, As Dogs, For Our Curiosity Or Even For Some Use To Us?

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

The Only Time You Run Out Of Chances Is When You Stop Taking Them