Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.