O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain

Others Import Yet Nobler Arts From France, Teach Kings To Fiddle, And Make Senates Dance.

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

Fortune In Men Has Some Small Diff'rence Made, One Flaunts In Rags, One Flutters In Brocade, The Cobbler Apron'd, And The Parson Gown'd, The Friar Hooded, And The Monarch Crown'd.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

And Soften'd Sounds Along The Waters Die: Smooth Flow The Waves, The Zephyrs Gently Play.