The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.

There Is A Mixture Of Evil In Everything We Do; Indulgence Encourages Us To Encroach, While We Crabbe Exercise The Rights Of Children, We Become Childish.

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Unmissed But By His Dogs And By His Groom.