He That Has Seen Both Sides Of

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

When One That Holds Communion With The Skies Has Fill'd His Urn Where These Pure Waters Rise, And Once More Mingles With Us Meaner Things, 'tis E'en As If An Angel Shook His Wings.

God Made The Country, And Man Made The Town.

How Various His Employments Whom The World Calls Idle; And Who Justly In Return Esteems That Busy World An Idler Too!

The Beggarly Last Doit.