It Is Sure The Hardest Science To

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor For Her Favors Call; She Comes Unlooked For, If She Comes At All .

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?