An Honest Man's The Noblest Work Of

There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.