This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!