Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.