The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

But Shakespeare's Magic Could Not Copied Be; Within That Circle None Durst Walk But He.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.