O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.