Hills Peep O'er Hills, And

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

For Lo! The Board With Cups And Spoons Is Crowned.the Berries Crackle, And The Mill Turns Round ... At Once They Gratify Their Scent And Taste.and Frequent Cups Prolong The Rich Repast... Coffee (which Makes The Politician Wise And See Through All Things With His Half-shut Eyes).

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.