Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly,

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.