There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

Oh, Blindness To The Future! Kindly Giv'n, That Each May Fill The Circle Mark'd By Heaven.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.