Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind,

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.