So Perish All Who Do The Like

Be Not The First By Whom The New Are Tried, Nor Yet The Last To Lay The Old Aside.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

Judge Not Of Actions By Their Mere Effect; Dive To The Center, And The Cause Detect. Great Deeds From Meanest Springs May Take Their Course, And Smallest Virtues From A Mighty Source.

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.