Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

Some Old Men, Continually Praise The Time Of Their Youth. In Fact, You Would Almost Think That There Were No Fools In Their Days, But Unluckily They Themselves Are Left As An Example.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.