Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.