No Craving Void Left Aching In The

Hope Humbly Then; With Trembling Pinions Soar; Wait The Great Teacher, Death, And God Adore; What Future Bliss He Gives Not Thee To Know, But Gives That Hope To Be Thy Blessing Now.

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep, And All The Western World Believe And Sleep.

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.