No More Was Seen The Human Form

He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall Feel Them Most.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.