Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom Past, And Totter On In Business To The Last.

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

To Observations Which Ourselves We Make, We Grow More Partial For Th' Observer's Sake.