Eye Nature's Walks, Shoot Folly As It

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law, Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw; Some Livelier Plaything Gives His Youth Delight, A Little Louder, But As Empty Quite; Scarfs, Garters, Gold, Amuse His Riper Stage, And Beads And Prayer-books Are The Toys Of Age. Pleased With This Bauble Still, As That Before, Till Tired He Sleeps, And Life's Poor Play Is O'er.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

A Tree Is A Nobler Object Than A Prince In His Coronation-robes.