Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains,

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law, Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw; Some Livelier Plaything Gives His Youth Delight, A Little Louder, But As Empty Quite; Scarfs, Garters, Gold, Amuse His Riper Stage, And Beads And Prayer-books Are The Toys Of Age. Pleased With This Bauble Still, As That Before, Till Tired He Sleeps, And Life's Poor Play Is O'er.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.