You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Thus God And Nature Linked The Gen'ral Frame, And Bade Self-love And Social Be The Same.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Never Elated While One Man's Oppress'd; Never Dejected While Another's Blessed.