Who Finds Not Providence All Good And

Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be, Few In The Extreme, But All In The Degree.

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On Alps Arise.