s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

Life is an incurable disease.

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.