Roused By The Lash Of

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Fortune, That With Malicious Joydoes Man Her Slave Oppress,proud Of Her Office To Destroy,is Seldom Pleasd To Bless.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast