Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.