Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.

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

Our Rural Ancestors, With Little Blest, Patient Of Labor When The End Was Rest, Indulged The Day That Housed Their Annual Grain, With Feasts, And Off'rings, And A Thankful Strain.