But to make peace within; - that peace to make,
“What sums I lavish! and what gains forsake!
Cheer up, my heart! let’s cast off every doubt,
Pray without dread, and place our money out.”
Such the religion of a mind that steers
Its way to bliss, between its hopes and fears;
Whose passions in due bounds each other keep,
And thus subdued, they murmur till they sleep;
Whose virtues all their certain limits know,
Like well-dried herbs that neither fade nor grow;