Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

Not Heav'n Itself Upon The Past Has Pow'r; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.