Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Remorse begets reform.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.