A Family Is But Too Often A

Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis But To Know How Little Can Be Known, To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It