Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

But When To Sin Our Biased Nature Leans, The Careful Devil Is Still At Hand With Means; And Providently Pimps For Ill Desires.