Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their

A Mind Too Vigorous And Active, Serves Only To Consume The Body To Which It Is Joined.

Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View.

I Have Found By Experience That They Who Have Spent All Their Lives In Cities Contract Not Only An Effeminacy Of Habit, But Of Thinking.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

I Learn Several Great Truths; As That It Is Impossible To See Into The Ways Of Futurity, That Punishment Always Attends The Villain, That Love Is The Fond Soother Of The Human Breast.