'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.