Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A

Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His Store, Sees But A Backward Steward For The Poor.

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

Never Find Fault With The Absent.