Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

But Would You Sing, And Rival Orpheus' Strain. The Wond'ring Forests Soon Should Dance Again; The Moving Mountains Hear The Powerful Call. And Headlong Streams Hand Listening In Their Fall!

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.

Consult The Genius Of The Place In All.