You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Others Import Yet Nobler Arts From France, Teach Kings To Fiddle, And Make Senates Dance.

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

But Would You Sing, And Rival Orpheus' Strain. The Wond'ring Forests Soon Should Dance Again; The Moving Mountains Hear The Powerful Call. And Headlong Streams Hand Listening In Their Fall!