While I Am Compassed Round With Mirth,

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

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

It Is Almost Impossible To Translate Verbally And Well At The Same Time; For The Latin (a Most Severe And Compendious Language) Often Expresses That In One Word Which Either The Barbarity Or The Narrowness Of Modern Tongues Cannot Supply In More. ...but Since Every Language Is So Full Of Its Own Proprieties That What Is Beautiful In One Is Often Barbarous, Nay, Sometimes Nonsense, In Another, It Would Be Unreasonable To Limit A Translator To The Narrow Compass Of His Author's Words; It Is Enough If He Choose Out Some Expression Which Does Not Vitiate The Sense.

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.