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B. IV. And Virtue, thro' this labyrinth we tread. Virtue and Sense I mean not to disjoin; Virtue and Sense are one; and, trust me, he Who has not virtue is not truly wise. Virtue (for meer good-nature is a fool) Is sense and spirit, with humanity: 'Tis sometimes angry, and its frown confounds; 'Tis even vindictive, but in vengeance just. Knaves fain would laugh at it; some great ones dare; But at his heart the most undaunted son Of fortune dreads its name and awful charms. To noblest uses this determines wealth; This is the solid pomp of prosperous days; The peace and shelter of adversity. And if you pant for glory, build your fame On this foundation, which the secret shock Defies of Envy and all-sapping Time. Rh