The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser

Inspire The Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World Is Past Its Infant Age: Arms And Honour, Arms And Honour, Set The Martial Mind On Fire, And Kindle Manly Rage.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

There Is An Inimitable Grace In Virgil's Words, And In Them Principally Consists That Beauty Which Gives So Inexpressible A Pleasure To Him Who Best Understands Their Force. This Diction Of His, I Must Once Again Say, Is Never To Be Copied; And Since It Cannot, He Will Appear But Lame In The Best Translation.

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.