Be England What She Will,

Genius Is Nothing More Than Inflamed Enthusiasm.

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

The Virtuous To Those Mansions Go Where Pleasures Unembitter'd Flow, Where, Leading Up A Jocund Band, Vigor And Youth Dance Hand In Hand, Whilst Zephyr, With Harmonious Gales, Pipes Softest Music Through The Vales, And Spring And Flora, Gaily Crown'd, With Velvet Carpet Spread The Ground; With Livelier Blush Where Roses Bloom, And Every Shrub Expires Perfume.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.