There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age Of Cards.

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense.