Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise.

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Nor Love, Not Honor, Wealth Nor Power, Can Give The Heart A Cheerful Hour When Health Is Lost. Be Timely Wise; With Health All Taste Of Pleasure Flies.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

How Happy Could I Be With Either, Were T'other Dear Charmer Away!