But Those Who Cannot Write,

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

Some Old Men, Continually Praise The Time Of Their Youth. In Fact, You Would Almost Think That There Were No Fools In Their Days, But Unluckily They Themselves Are Left As An Example.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.