Life Is Not Measured By The Time

In This Wild World The Fondest And The Best Are The Most Tried, Most Troubled And Distress'd.

What Is A Church?—our Honest Sexton Tells, 'tis A Tall Building, With A Tower And Bells.

That All Men Would Be Cowards If They Dare, Some Men We Know Have Courage To Declare.

Say, Ye Oppress'd By Some Fantastic Woes, Some Jarring Nerve That Baffles Your Repose; Who Press The Downy Couch, While Slaves Advance With Timid Eye, To Read The Distant Glance; Who With Sad Prayers The Weary Doctor Tease, To Name The Nameless Ever-new Disease; Who With Mock Patience Dire Complaints Endure, Which Real Pain And That Alone Can Cure; How Would Ye Bear In Real Pain To Lie, Despised, Neglected, Left Alone To Die? How Would Ye Bear To Draw Your Latest Breath, Where All That's Wretched Paves The Way For Death?

Deceivers Are The Most Dangerous Members Of Society. They Trifle With The Best Affections Of Our Nature, And Violate The Most Sacred Obligations.