It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.