The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

At Every Trifle Take Offense, That Always Shows Great Pride Or Little Sense.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.