As Long As The Fates Permit, Live

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

If A Farmer Fills His Barn With Grain, He Gets Mice. If He Leaves It Empty, He Gets Actors.

As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.