A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart

The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save, And Make A Patriot As It Makes A Knave.

So Modern 'pothecaries, Taught The Art By Doctor's Bills To Play The Doctor's Part, Bold In The Practice Of Mistaken Rules, Prescribe, Apply, And Call Their Masters Fools.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.