Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Too low they build who build below the skies.
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!