How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.