Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard,

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us