That Virtue Only Makes Our

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

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

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.