Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

And She's Fair I Love.

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

Men Should Be What They Seem.