In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound,

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

Not Half So Swift The Trembling Doves Can Fly, When The Fierce Eagle Cleaves The Liquid Sky; Not Half So Swiftly The Fierce Eagle Moves, When Thro' The Clouds He Drives The Trembling Doves.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

Man Never Thinks Himself Happy, But When He Enjoys Those Things Which Others Want Or Desire.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.