A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous, Since They Most Believe Themselves, And Advise Most With Their Falsest Flatterer And Worst Enemy--their Own Self-love.