They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows, And The Smooth Stream In Smoother Numbers Flows; But When Loud Surges Lash The Sounding Shore, The Hoarse Rough Verse Should Like The Torrent Roar. When Ajax Strives Some Rock's Vast Weight To Throw, The Line Too Labours, And The Words Move Slow: Not So When Swift Camilla Scours The Plain, Flies O'er Th' Unbending Corn, And Skims Along The Main.

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

Calm, Thinking Villains, Whom No Faith Could Fix, Of Crooked Counsels And Dark Politics.