Second Thoughts, They Say, Are

Three Poets, In Three Distant Ages Born, Greece, Italy, And England Did Adorn. The First In Loftiness Of Thought Surpass'd; The Next, In Majesty; In Both The Last. The Force Of Nature Could No Further Go; To Make A Third, She Join'd The Former Two.

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.

Forgiveness To The Injured Does Belong; But They Ne'er Pardon Who Have Done Wrong.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.