Bets At First Were Fool-traps,

So Over Violent, Or Over Civil That Every Man With Him Was God Or Devil.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Not Judging Truth To Be In Nature Better Than Falsehood, But Setting A Value Upon Both According To Interest.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.