Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

So Perish All Who Do The Like Again.

Let Such Teach Others Who Themselves Excel, And Censure Freely Who Have Written Well.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends