Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love

How Happy Could I Be With Either, Were T'other Dear Charmer Away!

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

Nor Love, Not Honor, Wealth Nor Power, Can Give The Heart A Cheerful Hour When Health Is Lost. Be Timely Wise; With Health All Taste Of Pleasure Flies.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.