Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.