... She, That Will With Kittens Jest,

The Innocent Seldom Find An Uncomfortable Pillow.

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds: And As The Mind Is Pitch'd The Ear Is Pleased With Melting Airs, Or Martial, Brisk Or Grave; Some Chord In Unison With What We Hear Is Touch'd Within Us, And The Heart Replies.

But, Oh, Thou Bounteous Giver Of All Good, Thou Art, Of All Thy Gifts, Thyself Thy Crown!