Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

Evil Into The Mind Of God Or Man May Come And Go, So Unapproved, And Leave No Spot Or Blame Behind.

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.