The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?

I As Little Fear That God Will Damn A Man That Has Charity, As I Hope That The Priests Can Save One Who Has Not.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.