Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".

She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never Liv'd.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.