If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.

We all scribble poetry.

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.