Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail,

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

He Who Tells A Lie Is Not Sensible Of How Great A Task He Undertakes; For He Must Be Forced To Invent Twenty More To Maintain That One.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

For What I Have Publish'd, I Can Only Hope To Be Pardon'd; But For What I Have Burned, I Deserve To Be Prais'd.