Folly Ends Where Genuine Hope Begins.

When From Soft Love Proceeds The Deep Distress, Ah! Why Forbid The Willing Tears To Flow?

Give What Thou Canst, Without Thee We Are Poor; And With Thee Rich, Take What Thou Wilt Away.

The Rich Are Too Indolent, The Poor Too Weak, To Bear The Insupportable Fatigue Of Thinking.

Admirals Extolled For Standing Still, Or Doing Nothing With A Deal Of Skill.

All We Behold Is Miracle.