And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?