To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.