There's A Proud Modesty In

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.