There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But

A Fly, A Grape-stone, Or A Hair Can Kill.

Blessed Is The Man Who Expects Nothing, For He Shall Never Be Disappointed Was The Ninth Beatitude.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.