O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged

Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast, Like Aaron's Serpent, Swallows Up The Rest.

In Men, We Various Ruling Passions Find; In Women, Two Almost Divide The Kind Those, Only Fixed, They First Or Last Obey, The Love Of Pleasure, And The Love Of Sway.

Who Ne'er Knew Joy But Friendship Might Divide,or Gave His Father Grief But When He Died.