Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

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.

Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.