Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

But What Is Truth? 'twas Pilate's Question Put To Truth Itself, That Deign'd Him No Reply.

Thus Happiness Depends, As Nature Shows, Less On Exterior Things Than Most Suppose.

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.

The Statesman, Lawyer, Merchant, Man Of Trade Pants For The Refuge Of Some Rural Shade, Where All His Long Anxieties Forgot Amid The Charms Of A Sequester'd Spot, Or Recollected Only To Gild O'er And Add A Smile To What Was Sweet Before, He May Possess The Joys He Thinks He Sees, Lay His Old Age Upon The Lap Of Ease, Improve The Remnant Of His Wasted Span. And Having Lived A Trifler, Die A Man.