With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

O Impotence Of Mind, In Body Strong! But What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom, Vast, Unwieldy, Burdensome, Proudly Secure, Yet Liable To Fall By Weakest Subtleties, Not Made To Rule, But To Subserve Where Wisdom Bears Command.

Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.