Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.