Impertinence Will Intermeddle In Things In Which

The Game Is Never Lost Till Won.

Oh How The Passions, Insolent And Strong, Bear Our Weak Minds Their Rapid Course Along; Make Us The Madness Of Their Will Obey; Then Die And Leave Us To Our Griefs As Prey!

I Grant Indeed That Fields And Flocks Have Charms, For Him That Gazes Or For Him That Farms.

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

Men Of Many Words Sometimes Argue For The Sake Of Talking; Men Of Ready Tongues Frequently Dispute For The Sake Of Victory; Men In Public Life Often Debate For The Sake Of Opposing The Ruling Party, Or From Any Other Motive Than The Love Of Truth.