O Freedom, First Delight Of

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

The Unhappy Man, Who Once Has Trail'd A Pen, Lives Not To Please Himself, But Other Men; Is Always Drudging, Wastes His Life And Blood, Yet Only Eats And Drinks What You Think Good.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.