Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Swift Was The Race, But Short The Time To Run.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.