The Bounds Of A Man's

It Seemed To Me Pretty Plain, That They Had More Of Love Than Matrimony In Them.

The Hours We Pass With Happy Prospects In View Are More Pleasing Than Those Crowded With Fruition.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

The Hawthorn Bush, With Seats Beneath The Shade, For Talking Age And Whispering Lovers Made.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.