Love Is A Passion Which

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.

From Plots And Treasons Heaven Preserve My Years, But Save Me Most From My Petitioners. Unsatiate As The Barren Womb Or Grave; God Cannot Grant So Much As They Can Crave.

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.