Time And Death Shall Depart And Say

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast

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.

We Can Never Be Grieved For Their Miseries Who Are Thoroughly Wicked, And Have Thereby Justly Called Their Calamities On Themselves.

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