The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits

A Tree Is A Nobler Object Than A Prince In His Coronation-robes.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And Soundest Casuists Doubt, Like You And Me?

To Him No High, No Low, No Great, No Small; He Fills, He Bounds, Connects And Equals All!