What Some Call Health, If

How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

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

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

If A Man's Character Is To Be Abused There's Nobody Like A Relative To Do The Business.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.