Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies

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

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

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.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?