William Watson 1

Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.

Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.]

Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.]

Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!

Oh Ignorance
Thou art fall'n man's best friend!

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.