And keeps the palace of the soul.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.