James Beattie

No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.

How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.

From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.

Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.

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