He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.

Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft The Brave, And Him Who Should Be Victor, Makes The Slave.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The Fright, And A Cold Sweat Trills Down All Over My Limbs, As If I Were Dissolving Into Water.