So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

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

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.