Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

In Various Talk Th' Instructive Hours They Past, Who Gave The Ball, Or Paid The Visit Last; One Speaks The Glory Of The British Queen, And One Describes A Charming Indian Screen; A Third Interprets Motions, Looks, And Eyes; At Every Word A Reputation Dies.

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart; To Make Mankind, In Conscious Virtue Bold, Live O'er Each Seene, And Be What They Behold: For This The Tragic Muse First Trod The Stage.

Thus God And Nature Linked The Gen'ral Frame, And Bade Self-love And Social Be The Same.