Never Was It Given To Mortal Man

But See How Oft Ambition's Aims Are Cross'd, And Chiefs Contend 'til All The Prize Is Lost!

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.