He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

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

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

A short retirement urges a sweet return.