Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming Spray, With Joyous Musick Wake The Dawning Day.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

The Physician, By The Study And Inspection Of Urine And Ordure, Approves Himself In The Science; And In Like Sort Should Our Author Accustom And Exercise His Imagination Upon The Dregs Of Nature.

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.