Of Calling Shapes, And Beck'ning Shadows Dire,

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

Reason Also Is Choice.

Evil, Be Thou My Good.

Love Virtue, She Alone Is Free, She Can Teach Ye How To Climb Higher Than The Sphery Chime; Or, If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The Brooks In Vallombrosa, Where Th' Etrurian Shades High Over-arch'd Imbower.