In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely

A Broad And Ample Road, Whose Dust Is Gold, And Pavement Stars,--as Stars To Thee Appear Seen In The Galaxy, That Milky Way Which Nightly As A Circling Zone Thou Seest Powder'd With Stars.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.

Anon Out Of The Earth A Fabric Huge Rose, Like An Exhalation.