O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Among Our Crimes Oblivion May Be Set.

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.