What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis

Die Of A Rose In Aromatic Pain.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Such As Are Still Observing Upon Others Are Like Those Who Are Always Abroad At Other Men's Houses, Reforming Everything There While Their Own Runs To Ruin.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.