If You Are For A Merry Jaunt,

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

None, None Descends Into Himself, To Find The Secret Imperfections Of His Mind: But Every One Is Eagle-ey'd To See Another's Faults, And His Deformity.

These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain Doubts And Idle Cares And Over Caution.