The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me

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

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

"with Ev'ry Pleasing, Ev'ry Prudent Part, Say, What Can Chloe Want?"-she Wants A Heart.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?