The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt

But See, The Shepherds Shun The Noonday Heat, The Lowing Herds To Murmuring Brooks Retreat, To Closer Shades The Panting Flocks Remove; Ye Gods! And Is There No Relief For Love?

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.

The Only Time You Run Out Of Chances Is When You Stop Taking Them