Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd

Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

Yet I Argue Not Against Heav'n's Hand Or Will, Nor Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.