Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

Fear of change perplexes monarchs.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.