At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before

To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or Suffering.

O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought With Lasting Woes!

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

Th'invention All Admir'd, And Each, How He To Be Th'inventor Miss'd; So Easy It Seem'd Once Found, Which Yet Unfound Most Would Have Thought Impossible.