Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious Weed, Yet, Sprung From High, Is Of Celestial Seed: In God 'tisglory; And When Men Aspire, 'tis But A Spark Too Much Of Heavenly Fire.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.