Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.

Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.