Life's Bloomy Flush Was Lost.

Oh How The Passions, Insolent And Strong, Bear Our Weak Minds Their Rapid Course Along; Make Us The Madness Of Their Will Obey; Then Die And Leave Us To Our Griefs As Prey!

Virtues Neglected Then, Adored Become, And Graces Slighted, Blossom On The Tomb.

Fashion, Though Folly's Child, And Guide Of Fools, Rules E'en The Wisest, And In Learning Rules.

Against Her Foes Religion Well Defends Her Sacred Truths, But Often Fears Her Friends.

A Master Passion Is The Love Of News.