But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.