For Forms of Government let fools contest whatever is best administered is best.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.
Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.