The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore;

Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A Joke.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

Lo! The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind.

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.

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.