Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint

An Honest Man's The Noblest Work Of God.

As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree.

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

Ye Flowers That Drop, Forsaken By The Spring, Ye Birds That, Left By Summer, Cease To Sing, Ye Trees That Fade, When Autumn Heats Remove, Say, Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

And Seem To Walk On Wings, And Tread In Air.