In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

I Am Better Than My Reputation