Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Even victors are by victories undone.