The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A

Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A Dream.

I Will Venture To Assert, That A Just Translation Of Any Ancient Poet In Rhyme Is Impossible. No Human Ingenuity Can Be Equal To The Task Of Closing Every Couplet With Sounds Homotonous, Expressing At The Same Time The Full Sense, And Only The Full Sense Of His Original.

When From Soft Love Proceeds The Deep Distress, Ah! Why Forbid The Willing Tears To Flow?

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse Too.