Who Builds A Church To God And

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

See How The World Its Veterans Rewards! A Youth Of Frolics, An Old Age Of Cards; Fair To No Purpose, Artful To No End, Young Without Lovers, Old Without A Friend; A Fop Their Passion, But Their Prize A Sot; Alive Ridiculous, And Dead Forgot.

Lo! The Poor Indian, Whose Untutored Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind.