Beauty by no complexion is defin'd, Is of all colours, and to none confin'd. - George Granville

The sun is set—but see in bright array
What hosts of heav'nly light recruit the day!
Love in a shining galaxy appears
Triumphant still.

['T]is the talk, and not the intrigue, that's the crime.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,
Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free;
Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment,
But lives at peace, within himself content;
In thought, or act, accountable to none
But to himself, and to the gods alone.