And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dress'd What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Express'd; Something Whose Truth Convinced At Sight We Find, That Gives Us Back The Image Of Our Mind. As Shades More Sweetly Recommend The Light, So Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit.