He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.