Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom Past, And Totter On In Business To The Last.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law, Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw; Some Livelier Plaything Gives His Youth Delight, A Little Louder, But As Empty Quite; Scarfs, Garters, Gold, Amuse His Riper Stage, And Beads And Prayer-books Are The Toys Of Age. Pleased With This Bauble Still, As That Before, Till Tired He Sleeps, And Life's Poor Play Is O'er.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.