When most for liberty the people shout
There's usually the least of it about:
It means most oft that every one is free
With the misguided millions to agree.

Should we the truth on all occasions tell?
Say, should the sun each mom the darkness quell?

Love's like the changing moon, whose figure
Grows smaller if it grows not bigger.

What reason have I for my love, you ask?
Alas ! to answer were too hard a task:
Affection from the reason does not flow.
The heart has reasons reason does not know.

At happiness in prospect do not jeer,
Since 'tis the only pleasure we have here.

To love or not to love we cannot will;
A greater will our will o'erruleth still.