Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

Some People Are Commended For A Giddy Kind Of Good-humor, Which Is As Much A Virtue As Drunkenness.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.