Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt, Surprised By Unjust Force, But Not Enthralled.

Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells: Hail, Horrors, Hail.

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

Fairy Damsels Met In Forest Wide / By Knights Of Logres, Or Of Lyones, / Lancelot Or Pelleas, Or Pellenore.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?