Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

What, Start At This! When Sixty Years Have Spread. Their Grey Experience O'er Thy Hoary Head? Is This The All Observing Age Could Gain? Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Ill Writers Are Usually The Sharpest Censors.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.