What millions died that Caesar might be great!
One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.