Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

For all have not the gift of martyrdom.