Die Of A Rose In Aromatic Pain.

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

Judges And Senates Have Been Bought For Gold; Esteem And Love Were Never To Be Sold.