Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.