Never Was It Given To

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

Search Then The Ruling Passion; There Alone, The Wild Are Constant, And The Cunning Known; The Fool Consistent, And The False Sincere; Priests, Princes, Women, No Dissemblers Here.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.