Tis All In Vain To Keep A

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

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

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

From Nature's Chain Whatever Link You Strike, Tenth Or Ten Thousandth, Breaks The Chain Alike.

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.