The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.