Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

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

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.