For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.