I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My

Is There A Parson Much Bemused In Beer, A Maudlin Poetess, A Rhyming Peer, A Clerk Foredoom'd His Father's Soul To Cross, Who Pens A Stanza When He Should Engross?

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

Oh! Blest With Temper, Whose Unclouded Ray Can Make To-morrow Cheerful As To-day.

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.