Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.