Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.