Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And

I Never Knew Any Man In My Life Who Could Not Bear Another's Misfortunes Perfectly Like A Christian.

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

Let Such Teach Others Who Themselves Excel, And Censure Freely Who Have Written Well.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.