A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.