Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Hope springs eternal.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.