To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

I Maintain, Against The Enemies Of The Stage, That Patterns Of Piety, Decently Represented, May Second The Precepts.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.