His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.