A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Trust Not Yourself, But Your Defects To Know, Make Use Of Every Friend And Every Foe.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.