The Few That Pray At All Pray

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.

A Teacher Should Be Sparing Of His Smile.

No Traveler E'er Reached That Blest Abode Who Found Not Thorns And Briers In His Road.

The Statesman, Lawyer, Merchant, Man Of Trade Pants For The Refuge Of Some Rural Shade, Where All His Long Anxieties Forgot Amid The Charms Of A Sequester'd Spot, Or Recollected Only To Gild O'er And Add A Smile To What Was Sweet Before, He May Possess The Joys He Thinks He Sees, Lay His Old Age Upon The Lap Of Ease, Improve The Remnant Of His Wasted Span. And Having Lived A Trifler, Die A Man.

Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As Much.