Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self-

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

Love Seldom Haunts The Breast Where Learning Lies, And Venus Sets Ere Mercury Can Rise.

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast; Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest. The Soul, Uneasy, And Confin'd From Home, Rest And Expatiates In A Life To Come. Lo, The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way; Yet Simple Nature To His Hope Has Giv'n, Behind The Cloud-topp'd Hill, An Humbler Heav'n.