Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious Weed, Yet, Sprung From High, Is Of Celestial Seed: In God 'tisglory; And When Men Aspire, 'tis But A Spark Too Much Of Heavenly Fire.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.