Even Victors Are By Victories

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.