The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.

But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Whom age, and long experience render wise.