O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery

Haste Thee, Nymph, And Bring With Thee Jest, And Youthful Jollity, Quips, And Cranks, And Wanton Wiles, Nods, And Becks, And Wreathed Smiles, Such As Hang On Hebe's Cheek, And Love To Live In Dimple Sleek; Sport That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides.

Sufficient To Have Stood, Though Free To Fall.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.