A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .

Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.

How Loved, How Honored Once, Avails Thee Not, To Whom Related, Or By Whom Begot A Heap Of Dust Alone Remains Of Thee 'tis All Thou Art, And All The Proud Shall Be!