Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.

They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.