In Every Age And Clime We See

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

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

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

I Cannot Raise My Worth Too High; Of What Vast Consequence Am I! "not Of The Importance You Suppose," Replies A Flea Upon His Nose; "be Humble, Learn Thyself To Scan; Know, Pride Was Never Made For Man.