A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Nature delights in progress; in advance.

And all may do what has by man been done.

Man wants little, nor that little long.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.