Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
To friendship every burden's light.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay.