All Authors To Their Own Defects Are

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

Merit Challenges Envy.