For Lawful Power Is Still Superior Found,

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress, Are More Than Arrives To Procure Success?

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

Of No Distemper, Of No Blast He Died, But Fell Like Autumn Fruit That Mellow'd Long: Even Wonder'd At, Because He Dropp'd No Sooner. Fate Seem'd To Wind Him Up For Fourscore Years; Yet Freshly Ran He On Ten Winters More; Till Like A Clock Worn Out With Eating Time, The Wheels Of Weary Life At Last Stood Still.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.