When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow

The Ancient Poets Animated All Sensible Objects With Gods Or Geniuses, Calling Them By The Names And Adorning Them With The Properties Of Woods, Rivers, Mountains, Lakes, Cities, Nations, And Whatever Their Enlarged & Numerous Senses Could Perceive.

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies By Will Live In Eternity's Sunrise.

Where Any View Of Money Exists, Art Cannot Be Carried On.

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.