An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.