Out Of Her Favour, Where

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Why, Universal Plodding Poisons Up The Nimble Spirits In The Arteries, As Motion And Long-during Action Tires The Sinewy Vigor Of The Traveller.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem Short.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.