Hope springs eternal.
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!
In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.