Tis But A Part We See, And

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

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

A Brave Man Struggling In The Storms Of Fate, And Greatly Falling With A Falling State.

Whenever I Find A Great Deal Of Gratitude In A Poor Man, I Take It For Granted There Would Be As Much Generosity If He Were A Rich Man.

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.