Though The Desire Of Fame Be The

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!

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

He That Would Govern Others, First Should Be The Master Of Himself.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Though The Desire Of Fame Be The Last Weakness Wise Men Put Off.