Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

At Present We Can Only Reason Of The Divine Justice From What We Know Of Justice In Man. When We Are In Other Scenes, We May Have Truer And Nobler Ideas Of It; But While We Are In This Life, We Can Only Speak From The Volume That Is Laid Open Before Us.

Charm Strikes The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?