Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.