O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

A sovereign's great example forms a people; the public breast is noble or vile as he inspires it.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.

True valor, on virtue founded strong, meets all events alike.

What proves the hero truly great,Is never, never to despair.