Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.