Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

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

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.