Who Shall Silence All The Airs And

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabb

Ride The Air In Whirlwind.

Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But What Thou Livest, Live Well; How Long, Or Short, Permit To Heaven.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.