Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.

Extremes In Nature Equal Ends Produce; In Man They Join To Some Mysterious Use.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.