Charm Strikes The Sight, But

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

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

Heav'n From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate, All But The Page Prescribed, Their Present State: From Brutes What Men, From Men What Spirits Know: Or Who Could Suffer Being Here Below?

Wise Wretch! With Pleasures Too Refined To Please, With Too Much Spirit To Be E'er At Ease, With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught, With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought: You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give, And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.