O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.
