On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

A Good-natured Man Has The Whole World To Be Happy Out Of.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

The Bookful Blockhead Ignorantly Read, With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head, With His Own Tongue Still Edifies His Ears, And Always List'ning To Himself Appears. All Books He Reads, And All He Reads Assails.