Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.