The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

Trade It May Help, Society Extend, But Lures The Pirate, Ant Corrupts The Friend: It Raises Armies In A Nation's Aid, But Bribes A Senate, And The Land's Betray'd.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.

Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!