A Night-cap Deck'd His Brows Instead Of

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.

I Learn Several Great Truths; As That It Is Impossible To See Into The Ways Of Futurity, That Punishment Always Attends The Villain, That Love Is The Fond Soother Of The Human Breast.