Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then,

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.