The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore;

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Music Resembles Poetry, In Each Are Nameless Graces Which No Methods Teach, And Which A Master Hand Alone Can Reach.