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.
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.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
And keeps the palace of the soul.