The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
Praise from an enemy smells of craft.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.