It Is Sufficient To Say,

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Since A True Knowledge Of Nature Gives Us Pleasure, A Lively Imitation Of It, Either In Poetry Or Painting, Must Produce A Much Greater; For Both These Arts Are Not Only True Imitations Of Nature, But Of The Best Nature.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.