Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.