When All Within Is Peace How Nature

His Wit Invites You By His Looks To Come, But When You Knock, It Never Is At Home.

True Modesty Is A Discerning Grace And Only Blushes In The Proper Place; But Counterfeit Is Blind, And Skulks Through Fear, Where 'tis A Shame To Be Asham'd T' Appear: Humility The Parent Of The First, The Last By Vanity Produc'd And Nurs'd.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

Then Liberty, Like Day, Breaks On The Soul, And By A Flash From Heaven Fires All The Faculties With Glorious Joy.