Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Bacchus Ever Fair And Young, Drinking Joys Did First Ordain. Bachus's Blessings Are A Treasure, Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure, Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.