Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?