When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.