Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men

No One But A Fool Would Measure Their Satisfaction By What The World Thinks Of It.

And Fools Who Came To Scoff Remain'd To Pray.

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

That Virtue Which Requires To Be Ever Guarded Is Scarce Worth The Sentinel.

How Blest Is He Who Crowns In Shades Like These A Youth Of Labour With An Age Of Ease!