Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.

From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.