Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They

But 'tis The Talent Of Our English Nation, Still To Be Plotting Some New Reformation.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!