A Field Of Glory Is A Field

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.