Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

He Alone Is Worthy Of The Appellation Who Either Does Great Things, Or Teaches How They May Be Done, Or Describes Them With A Suitable Majesty When They Have Been Done; But Those Only Are Great Things Which Tend To Render Life More Happy, Which Increase The Innocent Enjoyments And Comforts Of Existence, Or Which Pave The Way To A State Of Future Bliss More Permanent And More Pure.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.