Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From

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

Who Know But He, Whose Hand The Lightning Forms, Who Heaves Old Ocean, And Who Wings The Storms, Pours Fierce Ambition In A Caesar's Mind.

Get Place And Wealth, If Possible With Grace; If Not, By Any Means Get Wealth And Place.

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed; What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.