I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness,

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

Man Ever Talks, And Man Ever Dreams Of Better Days That Are Yet To Be, After Glittering Goal, That Distant Gleams, Running And Racing Untiringly. The Worldly May Grow Old And Young As It Will, But The Hope Of Man Is Improvement Still. Hope Bears Him Into Life In Her Arms, She Flutters Around The Boy's Young Bloom, The Soul Of Youth With Her Magic Warms, Nor Rests With Age In The Silent Tomb; For Ends Man His Weary Course At The Grave, There Plants He Hope O'er His Ashes To Wave.

The Voice Of The Majority Is No Proof Of Justice.