All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But

Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

Hope Allows Us To Bid Farewell To Fear.

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

But Let My Due Feet Never Fail To Walk The Studious Cloisters Pale, And Love The High Embowed Roof, With Antique Pillars Massy Proof, And Storied Windows Richly Dight; Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Mammon, The Least Erected Spirit That Fell >from Heaven; For Ev'n In Heaven His Looks And Thoughts Were Always Downward Bent, Admiring More The Riches Of Heaven's Pavement, Trodden Gold, Than Aught Divine Or Holy Else Enjoy'd In Vision Beatific.