A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.