Modesty Is Of No Use To A

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.