The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.
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 learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?