The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.

The Gods Alone Know, What Kind Of Wife A Man Will Have.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?