Time Conquers All, And We Must Time

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

The Character Of Covetousness, Is What A Man Generally Acquires More Through Some Niggardliness Or Ill Grace In Little And Inconsiderable Things, Than In Expenses Of Any Consequence.