But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

Simplicity Is The Mean Between Ostentation And Rusticity.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!