Get Place And Wealth, If

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age Of Cards.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.