But how can finite grasp Infinity?

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

There is a proud modesty in merit.