With How Much Ease Believe

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.