How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On Alps Arise.

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.