I Have Sent For You That You

Among The Several Kinds Of Beauty, The Eye Takes Most Delight In Colors.

Antidotes Are What You Take To Prevent Dotes.

Nothing, Says Longinus, Can Be Great, The Contempt Of Which Is Great.

When Love's Well-timed 'tis Not A Fault To Love; The Strong, The Brave, The Virtuous, And The Wise, Sink In The Soft Captivity Together.

'tis Liberty That Crowns Britannia's Isle, And Makes Her Barren Rocks And Her Bleak Mountains Smile... 'tis Britain's Care To Watch O'er Europe's Fate, And Hold In Balance Each Contending State, To Threaten Bold Presumptuous Kings With War, And Answer Her Afflicted Neighbours' Prayer... Soon As Her Fleets Appear Their Terrors Cease.