A Coward Is The Kindest Animal; 'tis

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

Sculptors Are Obliged To Follow The Manners Of The Painters, And To Make Many Ample Folds, Which Are Unsufferable Hardness, And More Like A Rock Than A Natural Garment.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.