Age And Want Sit Smiling At The

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.