The Learned Is Happy, Nature

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

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

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!