A God Without Dominion, Providence,

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?

Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be, Few In The Extreme, But All In The Degree.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.