My Whole Life Has Been A Golden

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.