War Seldom Enters But Where

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Not To Ask Is Not Be Denied.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.