Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And

Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

Let Her (truth) And Falsehood Grapple; Who Ever Knew Truth Put To The Worse In A Free And Open Encounter?

But Oh! As To Embrace Me She Inclin'd, I Wak'd, She Fled, And Day Brought Back My Night.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise

What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom?