Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Simplicity Is The Mean Between Ostentation And Rusticity.

Of Darkness Visible So Much Be Lent, As Half To Show, Half Veil, The Deep Intent.