"Time has made you dote, and vainly tell Of arms imagined in your lonely cell: Go! be the temple and the gods your care; Permit to men the thought of peace and war."

"So noiseless would I live, such death to find: Like timely fruit, not shaken by the wind, But ripely dropping from the sapless bough."

"What, start at this! when sixty years have spread Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?"

"When the hoary head is hid in snow, The life is in the leaf, and still between The fits of falling snows appears the streaky green."

"This advantage youth from age hath won, As not to be outridden though outrun."

"You season still with sports your serious hours, For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours."

"He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green."

"Yet unimpair’d with labours, or with time, Your age but seems to a new youth to climb."

"His youth and age All of a piece throughout, and all divine."

"Our green youth copies what grey sinners act, When age commends the fact."

"Prudence, thou vainly in our youth art sought, And with age purchased, art too dearly bought: We’re past the use of wit for which we toil: Late fruit, and planted in too cold a soil."

"Thus daily changing, by degrees I’d waste, Still quitting ground by unperceived decay, And steal myself from life, and melt away."

"Old age, with silent pace, comes creeping on, Nauseates the praise which in her youth she won, And hates the muse by which she was undone."

"Some souls we see Grow hard and stiffen with adversity."

"His absence from his mother oft he’ll mourn, And, with his eyes, look wishes to return."

"His friends beheld, and pity’d him in vain, For what advice can ease a lover’s pain? Absence, the best expedient they could find, Might save the fortune, if not cure the mind."

"Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age."

"Winds murmur’d through the leaves your short delay, And fountains o’er their pebbles chid your stay: But, with your presence cheer’d, they cease to mourn, And walks wear fresher green at your return."

"All, all of a piece throughout: Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new."

"Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night."

"Calms appear, when storms are past, Love will have its hour at last."

"The sword within the scabbard keep, And let mankind agree."

"A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time."

"When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!"

"Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury."

"Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas."

"And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind."

"Art may err, but Nature cannot miss."

"And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turned by a gentle fire, and roasted rare."

"It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty."

"A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests."

"Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears."

"Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight, Ye gods who rule the regions of the night, Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate The mystic wonders of your silent state!"

"The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies."

"Like you, an alien in a land unknown, I learn to pity woes so like my own."

"Endure the hardships of your present state, Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate."

"Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show, Or exercise their spite in human woe?"

"Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate, Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore; Long labours both by sea and land he bore."

"Love is lord of all, and is in all the same."

"My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life: A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood."

"Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love."

"A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform."

"Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He rais’d a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down."

"Timotheus, to his breathing flute, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire."

"And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy."

"Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again."