Age And Want Sit Smiling At The

O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain The Prize, And Make My Tongue Victorious As Her Eyes.

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.

While I Live, No Rich Or Noble Knave Shall Walk The World In Credit To His Grave.

Genius Creates, And Taste Preserves.

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.