What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently

When A Man's Life Is Under Debate, The Judge Can Ne'er Too Long Deliberate.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.