A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.

Others Import Yet Nobler Arts From France, Teach Kings To Fiddle, And Make Senates Dance.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.