Take God from nature, nothing great is left.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.