Who Aspires Must Down As Low As

From Haunted Spring And Dale Edg'd With Poplar Pale The Parting Genius Is With Sighing Sent.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.