How far that little candle throws his beams
So shines a good deed in a naughty world Shakspeare
You have too much respect upon the world
They lose it that do buy it with much care Id
How many things by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection Id
Canst thou descend from converse with the skies
And seize thy brothers throat For what a clod Young
In two short precepts all your business lies
Would you be great—be virtuous and be wise Denham
But sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed
What then is the reward of virtue bread Pope
A life all turbulence and noise may seem
To him that leads it wise and to be praised
But wisdom is a pearl with most success
Sought in still waters and beneath clear skies Cowper
All but the swellings of the softened heart
That waken not disturb the tranquil mind Thomson
Inspiring God who boundless spirit all
And unremitting energy pervades
Adjusts sustains and agitates the whole Id
Ye ladies for indifferent in your cause
I should deserve to forfeit all applause
Whatever shocks or gives the least offence
To virtue delicacy truth or sense
Try the criterion tis a faithful guide
Nor has nor can have Scripture on its side. Cowper