Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.