Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.

And keeps the palace of the soul.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.