The Coward Never On Himself Relies, But

Habit With Him Was All The Test Of Truth; It Must Be Right: I've Done It From My Youth.

What Is A Church?—our Honest Sexton Tells, 'tis A Tall Building, With A Tower And Bells.

But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

Whatever Amuses, Serves To Kill Time, To Lull The Faculties, And To Banish Reflection. Whatever Entertains, Usually Awakens The Understanding Or Gratifies The Fancy. Whatever Diverts, Is Lively In Its Nature, And Sometimes Tumultuous In Its Effects.

Oh How The Passions, Insolent And Strong, Bear Our Weak Minds Their Rapid Course Along; Make Us The Madness Of Their Will Obey; Then Die And Leave Us To Our Griefs As Prey!