Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A Fool With Judges, Amongst Fools A Judge

The Statesman, Lawyer, Merchant, Man Of Trade Pants For The Refuge Of Some Rural Shade, Where All His Long Anxieties Forgot Amid The Charms Of A Sequester'd Spot, Or Recollected Only To Gild O'er And Add A Smile To What Was Sweet Before, He May Possess The Joys He Thinks He Sees, Lay His Old Age Upon The Lap Of Ease, Improve The Remnant Of His Wasted Span. And Having Lived A Trifler, Die A Man.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

In The Vast, And The Minute, We See The Unambiguous Footsteps Of The God, Who Gives Its Lustre To An Insect's Wing And Wheels His Throne Upon The Rolling Worlds.