In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem