Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some

Say, Will The Falcon, Stooping From Above, Smit With Her Varying Plumage, Spare The Dove? Admires The Jay The Insect's Gilded Wings? Or Hears The Hawk When Philomela Sings?

Never Elated While One Man's Oppress'd; Never Dejected While Another's Blessed.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!