No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
Execute their airy purposes.
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.