The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.
All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.
Give us enough but with a sparing hand.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.