Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain.

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

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.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.

Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.