Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None

The Province Of The Soul Is Large Enough To Fill Up Every Cranny Of Your Time, And Leave You Much To Answer For If One Wretch Be Damned By Your Neglect.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.