But Blind To Former As To Future

Words Are Like Leaves; And Where They Most Abound, Much Fruit Of Sense Beneath Is Rarely Found.

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

The Dances Ended, All The Fairy Train For Pinks And Daisies Search'd The Flow'ry Plain.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Difference Is As Great Between The Optics Seeing As The Objects Seen. All Manners Take A Tincture From Our Own; Or Come Discolor'd Through Out Passions Shown; Or Fancy's Beam Enlarges, Multiplies, Contracts, Inverts, And Gives Ten Thousand Dyes.