Who Know But He, Whose Hand The

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?

I As Little Fear That God Will Damn A Man That Has Charity, As I Hope That The Priests Can Save One Who Has Not.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save, And Make A Patriot As It Makes A Knave.