The Love Of Liberty With Life Is

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Three Poets, In Three Distant Ages Born, Greece, Italy, And England Did Adorn. The First In Loftiness Of Thought Surpass'd; The Next, In Majesty; In Both The Last. The Force Of Nature Could No Further Go; To Make A Third, She Join'd The Former Two.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.