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

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

"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!"

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

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

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

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

"Art may err, but Nature cannot miss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

"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."

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

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

"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?"

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

"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."

"Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop, Nor do his wings with sickly feathers droop."

"And sin’s black dye seems blanch’d by age to virtue."

"Age has not yet So shrunk my sinews, or so chill’d my veins, But conscious virtue in my breast remains."

"Were I no queen, did you my beauty weigh, My youth in bloom, your age in its decay."

"Now leave these joys, unsuiting to thy age, To a fresh comer, and resign the stage."

"Just in the gate Dwelt pale diseases and repining age."

"Beroe but now I left; whom, pined with pain, Her age and anguish from these rites detain."

"O’er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down, Till with his silent sickle they are mown."