Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!