To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
The best apology against false accusers is silence.
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.