If A Man's Character Is To Be

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.

I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers Came.

To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean Invite, Who Never Mentions Hell To Ears Polite.

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?