Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

I Was Not Born For Courts And Great Affairs, But I Pay My Debts, Believe And Say My Prayers.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

Tis Strange The Miser Should His Cares Employto Gain Those Riches He Can Ne'er Enjoy;is It Less Strange The Prodigal Should Wastehis Wealth To Purchase What He Ne'er Can Taste?

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See