License They Mean When They

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?