Affliction Is The Wholesome Soil Of Virtue,

O Grant Me, Heaven, A Middle State, Neither Too Humble Nor Too Great; More Than Enough, For Nature's Ends, With Something Left To Treat My Friends.

True Valor, On Virtue Founded Strong, Meets All Events Alike.

The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon.

A Sovereign's Great Example Forms A People; The Public Breast Is Noble Or Vile As He Inspires It.

I Courted Fame But As A Spur To Brave And Honest Deeds; Who Despises Fame Will Soon Renounce The Virtues That Deserve It.