Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.