Virtue Conceal'D Within Our Breast Is Inactivity At Best: But Never Shall The Muse Endure To Let Your Virtues Lie Obscure; Or Suffer Envy To Conceal Your Labours For The Public Weal. Within Your Breast All Wisdom Lies, Either To Govern Or Advise; Your Steady Soul Preserves Her Frame, In Good And Evil Times, The Same. Pale Avarice And Lurking Fraud, Stand In Your Sacred Presence Awed; Your Hand Alone From Gold Abstains, Which Drags The Slavish World In Chains. Him For A Happy Man I Own, Whose Fortune Is Not Overgrown;[2] And Happy He Who Wisely Knows To Use The Gifts That Heaven Bestows; Or, If It Please The Powers Divine, Can Suffer Want And Not Repine. The Man Who Infamy To Shun Into The Arms Of Death Would Run; That Man Is Ready To Defend, With Life, His Country Or His Friend.