Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

Persons Of Genius, And Those Who Are Most Capable Of Art, Are Always Most Fond Of Nature: As Such Are Chiefly Sensible, That All Art Consists In The Imitation And Study Of Nature.