A Disputant No More Cares For The

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.

Man Never Thinks Himself Happy, But When He Enjoys Those Things Which Others Want Or Desire.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On Alps Arise.