These Riches Are Possess'd, But

Still Follow Sense, Of Ev'ry Art The Soul, Parts Answering Parts Shall Slide Into A Whole.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.