And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To Find It Fame.

New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise: So Pleas'd At First, The Towring Alps We Try.

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.