How Happy The Lover, How Easy His

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

Then We Upon Our Globe's Last Verge Shall Go, And View The Ocean Leaning On The Sky: From Thence Our Rolling Neighbours We Shall Know, And On The Lunar World Securely Pry.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.