God Never Made His Work

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.