Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A

Defend Me, Therefore, Common Sense, Say From Reveries So Airy, From The Toil Of Dropping Buckets Into Empty Wells, And Growing Old In Drawing Nothing Up.

Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

Nature, Exerting An Unwearied Power, Forms, Opens, And Gives Scent To Every Flower; Spreads The Fresh Verdure Of The Field, And Leads The Dancing Naiads Through The Dewy Meads.

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.