Conceit Is To Nature What Paint Is

Lo! The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way.

Simplicity Is The Mean Between Ostentation And Rusticity.

How Loved, How Honored Once, Avails Thee Not, To Whom Related, Or By Whom Begot A Heap Of Dust Alone Remains Of Thee 'tis All Thou Art, And All The Proud Shall Be!

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.