Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Wealth And Honours, Which Most Men Pursue, Easily Change Masters; They Desert To The Side Which Excels In Virtue, Industry, And Endurance Of Toil, And They Abandon The Slothful.

What Call Thou Solitude? Is Not The Earth With Various Living Creatures, And The Air Replenished, And All These At Thy Command To Come And Play Before Thee?

Sometime Let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptred Pall Come Sweeping By, Presenting Thebes, Or Pelops' Line, Or The Tale Of Troy Divine.