Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

Thus God And Nature Linked The Gen'ral Frame, And Bade Self-love And Social Be The Same.

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There.

Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May Roll; Charms Strike The Sight, But Merit Wins The Soul.

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.