The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side

Reason's Whole Pleasure, All The Joys Of Sense, Lie In Three Words,-health, Peace, And Competence.

For Thee I Dim These Eye And Stuff This Head With All Such Reading As Was Never Read.

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.

True Friendship's Laws Are By This Rule Express'd, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Parting Guest.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.