They build too low who build beneath the skies.
Truth never was indebted to a lie
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.