Is It, In Heav'n, A

Wise Wretch! With Pleasures Too Refined To Please, With Too Much Spirit To Be E'er At Ease, With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught, With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought: You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give, And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!