And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe

Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time, And Make Two Lovers Happy.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Here Thou, Great Anna! Whom Three Realms Obey, / Dost Sometimes Counsel Take—and Sometimes Tea.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.