New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows

Three Poets, In Three Distant Ages Born, Greece, Italy, And England Did Adorn. The First In Loftiness Of Thought Surpass'd; The Next, In Majesty; In Both The Last. The Force Of Nature Could No Further Go; To Make A Third, She Join'd The Former Two.

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.