Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The Fright, And A Cold Sweat Trills Down All Over My Limbs, As If I Were Dissolving Into Water.

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.