The Common Damn'd Shun Their

How Shocking Must Thy Summons Be, O Death, To Him That Is At Ease In His Possessions! Who, Counting On Long Years Of Pleasure Here, Is Quite Unfurnished For The World To Come.

Friendship! Mysterious Cement Of The Soul, Sweet'ner Of Life, And Solder Of Society.

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

Beauty! Thou Pretty Plaything! Dear Deceit, That Steals So Softly O'er The Stripling's Heart, And Gives It A New Pulse Unknown Before!

The Common Damn'd Shun Their Society.