And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

At Ev'ry Word A Reputation Dies.

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.