Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

Not Heav'n Itself Upon The Past Has Pow'r; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.