Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?