When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.