Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.