Pleased To The Last, He Crops The

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To Our Defence, And Fills Up All The Mighty Void Of Sense.

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous, Since They Most Believe Themselves, And Advise Most With Their Falsest Flatterer And Worst Enemy--their Own Self-love.