Who Ne'er Knew Joy But Friendship Might

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

Ask You What Provocation I Have Had? The Strong Antipathy Of Good To Bad.

So Man, Who Here Seems Principal Alone, Perhaps Acts Second To Some Sphere Unknown Touches Some Wheel, Or Verges To Some Goal; 'tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.