Men, Some To Business, Some

Heav'n First Taught Letters For Some Wretch's Aid, Some Banish'd Lover, Or Some Captive Maid.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?