Secret Guilt Is By Silence Revealed.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.