These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Envy, To Which Th' Ignoble Mind's A Slave, Is Emulation In The Learn'd Or Brave.