Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

Calms Appear, When Storms Are Past; Love Will Have His Hour At Last: Nature Is My Kindly Care; Mars Destroys, And I Repair; Take Me, Take Me, While You May, Venus Comes Not Ev'ry Day.

Virtue Without Success Is A Fair Picture Shown By An Ill Light; But Lucky Men Are Favorites Of Heaven; All Own The Chief, When Fortune Owns The Cause.