Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil

Hope Humbly Then; With Trembling Pinions Soar; Wait The Great Teacher, Death, And God Adore; What Future Bliss He Gives Not Thee To Know, But Gives That Hope To Be Thy Blessing Now.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.