Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The Fright, And A Cold Sweat Trills Down All Over My Limbs, As If I Were Dissolving Into Water.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

Since A True Knowledge Of Nature Gives Us Pleasure, A Lively Imitation Of It, Either In Poetry Or Painting, Must Produce A Much Greater; For Both These Arts Are Not Only True Imitations Of Nature, But Of The Best Nature.