When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He

Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.