Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

But Touch Me, And No Minister So Sore. Whoe'er Offends, At Some Unlucky Time Slides Into Verse, And Hitches In A Rhyme, Sacred To Ridicule His Whole Life Long, And The Sad Burthen Of Some Merry Song.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail, Reason The Card, But Passion Is The Gale; Nor God Alone In The Still Calm We Find, He Mounts The Storm, And Walks Upon The Wind.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.