Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.

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

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!