Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

Ah, Why Should All Mankind For One Man's Fault, Be Condemned, If Guiltless?

Now The Bright Morning-star, Day's Harbinger, Comes Dancing From The East.

A Grateful Mind/ By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once/ Indebted And Discharg'd.

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.