Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time,

And Soften'd Sounds Along The Waters Die: Smooth Flow The Waves, The Zephyrs Gently Play.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.