DAVID MALLET

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

What proves the hero truly great,Is never, never to despair.

O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

True valor, on virtue founded strong, meets all events alike.

I courted fame but as a spur to brave and honest deeds; who despises fame will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it.

Who hath not known ill fortune, never knew himself, or his own virtue.

A sovereign's great example forms a people; the public breast is noble or vile as he inspires it.

The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.

A sovereign's great example forms a people; the public breast is noble or vile as he inspires it.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

Who hath not known ill fortune, never knew himself, or his own virtue.

I courted fame but as a spur to brave and honest deeds; who despises fame will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.

The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.

True valor, on virtue founded strong, meets all events alike.

O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

What proves the hero truly great,Is never, never to despair.