Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants

Aurora Now, Fair Daughter Of The Dawn, Sprinkled With Rosy Light The Dewy Lawn.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

Blessed Is The Man Who Expects Nothing, For He Shall Never Be Disappointed Was The Ninth Beatitude.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit, There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.