Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

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.

The Conscience Of A People Is Their Power.

Ill News Is Wing'd With Fate, And Flies Apace.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.