The Good I Stand On

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?