There Is, In Fact, No Law Or

Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But Be Chaste.

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.