Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

I Begin Where Most People End, With A Full Conviction Of The Emptiness Of All Sorts Of Ambition, And The Unsatisfactory Nature Of All Human Pleasures.

Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead, Retains Part Of Himself; The Immortal Mind Remains.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.