Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

Yes, I Am Proud; I Must Be Proud To See Men Not Afraid Of God, Afraid Of Me.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?