With How Much Ease Believe We What

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

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