A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Man wants little, nor that little long.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
And all may do what has by man been done.