Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.

Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be, Few In The Extreme, But All In The Degree.

To Observations Which Ourselves We Make, We Grow More Partial For Th' Observer's Sake.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.