To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is

Here Rests His Head Upon The Lap Of Earth, A Youth To Fortune And To Fame Unknown: Fair Science Frown'd Not On His Humble Birth, And Melancholy Mark'd Him For Her Own.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye, Such Is The Race Of Man; And They That Creep, And They That Fly, Shall End Where They Began, Alike The Busy And The Gay, But Flutter Through Life's Little Day.