Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.