Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

Here Shock, The Pride Of All His Kind, Is Laid, Who Fawned Like Man, But Ne'er Like Man Betrayed.

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.