Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.