Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.