Roused By The Lash Of His Own

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.

Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress, Are More Than Arrives To Procure Success?

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.