A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.
Danger will wink on opportunity.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.