Life At The Greatest And Best Is

The Dog, To Gain Some Private Ends, Went Mad, And Bit The Man.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper's Light, Adorns And Cheers Our Way; And Still, As Darker Grows The Night, Emits A Brighter Ray.

By Sports Like These Are All Their Cares Beguil'd; The Sports Of Children Satisfy The Child.