'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.