Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

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.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.