Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The

So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made An Art, In London Only Is A Trade.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

The Fortitude Of A Christian Consists In Patience, Not In Enterprises Which The Poets Call Heroic, And Which Are Commonly The Effects Of Interest, Pride And Worldly Honor.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.