O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

Seek Not To Know What Must Not Be Reveal, For Joy Only Flows Where Fate Is Most Concealed. A Busy Person Would Find Their Sorrows Much More; If Future Fortunes Were Known Before!