O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon/ Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage./ Far off from these a slow and silent stream,/ Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls/ Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks,/ Forthwith his former state and being forgets,/ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.