Fortune In Men Has Some Small Diff'rence

Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity As He Wants Understanding.

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

Lulled In The Countless Chambers Of The Brain, Our Thoughts Are Linked By Many A Hidden Chain; Awake But One, And In, What Myriads Rise!

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.