One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd

Giants In Their Promises, But Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!

How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A Good Woman! It Is So Seldom Heard That, When It Speaks,it Ravishes All Senses.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

But Married Once, A Man Is Stak'd Or Pown'd, And Cannot Graze Beyond His Own Hedge.