It Can't Be Nature, For It Is

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.

Constant Attention Wears The Active Mind, Blots Out Our Pow'rs, And Leaves A Blank Behind.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.