Good God! How Often Are We To

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

This Long Disease, My Life.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.

Let Joy Or Ease, Let Affluence Or Content, And The Gay Conscience Of A Life Well Spent, Calm Ev'ry Thought, Inspirit Ev'ry Grace, Glow In Thy Heart, And Smile Upon Thy Face.

To Happy Convents, Bosomed Deep In Vines, Where Slumber Abbots, Purple As Their Wines.