Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love

By Outward Show Let's Not Be Cheated; An Ass Should Like An Ass Be Treated.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

The Charge Is Prepared; The Lawyers Are Met; The Judges All Ranged (a Terrible Show!) I Go, Undismay'd. For Death Is A Debt, A Debt On Demand. So Take What I Owe.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.