The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.