Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
And empty heads console with empty sound.
What will a child learn sooner than a song?
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.