O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

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.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.