How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

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.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.