Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.

Others Import Yet Nobler Arts From France, Teach Kings To Fiddle, And Make Senates Dance.

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

Love Finds An Altar For Forbidden Fires.

There Is But One Way I Know Of Conversing Safely With All Men; That Is, Not By Concealing What We Say Or Do, But By Saying Or Doing Nothing That Deserves To Be Concealed.

To Happy Convents, Bosomed Deep In Vines, Where Slumber Abbots, Purple As Their Wines.