Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.

Some deemed him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.

Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?

In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing enamoured of the nut-brown maid.

He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.