To Take Up Half On Trust, And

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.