To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .

Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.

Dogs, ye have had your day!