How Vast A Memory Has Love!

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail, Reason The Card, But Passion Is The Gale; Nor God Alone In The Still Calm We Find, He Mounts The Storm, And Walks Upon The Wind.

O Let Us Still The Secret Joy Partake, To Follow Virtue Even For Virtue's Sake.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.