And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Good Sense, Which Only Is The Gift Of Heaven, And Though No Science, Fairly Worth The Seven.

Wit In Conversation Is Only A Readiness Of Thought And A Facility Of Expression, Or A Quick Conception And An Easy Delivery.

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.