Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad

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

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.