Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

Who Ne'er Knew Joy But Friendship Might Divide,or Gave His Father Grief But When He Died.