Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

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.

I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of An Author.

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.