Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise.

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.