A Bevy Of Fair Women.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought With Lasting Woes!

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.