Virtue alone is happiness below.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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!