|1.||On The Death Of Adrienne Lecouvreur, A Celebrated Actress||7/8/2009|
|2.||Thelema And Macareus||7/8/2009|
|3.||To Her Royal Highness, The Princess Of ***||7/8/2009|
|4.||To A Lady Very Well Known To The Whole Town||7/8/2009|
|6.||In Camp Before Philippsburg||7/8/2009|
|7.||The Temple Of Friendship||7/8/2009|
|8.||To The Queen Of Hungary||7/8/2009|
|10.||The Origin Of Trades||7/8/2009|
|11.||From Love To Friendship||7/8/2009|
Comments about Voltaire
At village lived, in days of yore,
A youth bred in Mahomet's lore;
His well-turned limbs were formed with grace,
With blooming beauty glowed his face;
His name was Azolan, with care
The Koran he had written fair;
Was on its study ever bent,
To get it all by heart he meant.
From the most early youth his breast
By zeal for Gabriel was possessed;
This minister of the most high
Descended to him from the sky.
'The zeal that in thy bosom glows,'
Said he, 'thy guardian Gabriel knows:
To Gabriel gratitude is dear,
To make your fortune I'm come ...