A Man Is To Be Cheated Into

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.