Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious Weed, Yet, Sprung From High, Is Of Celestial Seed: In God 'tisglory; And When Men Aspire, 'tis But A Spark Too Much Of Heavenly Fire.

Three Poets, In Three Distant Ages Born, Greece, Italy, And England Did Adorn. The First In Loftiness Of Thought Surpass'd; The Next, In Majesty; In Both The Last. The Force Of Nature Could No Further Go; To Make A Third, She Join'd The Former Two.

Treason Is Greatest Where Trust Is Greatest.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.