I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

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

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

Courage never to submit of yield.

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.