Prodigious Actions May As Well

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Secret Guilt Is By Silence Revealed.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

For Thee, Sweet Month; The Groves Green Liveries Wear. If Not The First, The Fairest Of The Year; For Thee The Graces Lead The Dancing Hours, And Nature's Ready Pencil Paints The Flowers. When Thy Short Reign Is Past, The Feverish Sun The Sultry Tropic Fears, And Moves More Slowly On.