God Has Set Labor And Rest, As

So Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear,farewell Remorse: All Good To Me Is Lost;evil,be Thou My Good.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Joking Decides Great Things, Stronger And Better Oft Than Earnest Can.

The Debt Immense Of Endless Gratitude, So Burthensome, Still Paying, Still To Owe; Forgetful What From Him I Still Receivd, And Understood Not That A Grateful Mind By Owing Owes Not, But Still Pays, At Once Indebted And Dischargd; What Burden Then?