Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.