One Self-approving Hour Whole Years

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

And Soften'd Sounds Along The Waters Die: Smooth Flow The Waves, The Zephyrs Gently Play.

What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life In Other's Breath. A Thing Beyond Us, Even Before Our Death.

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.