No science is speedily learned by the noblest genius without tuition.

No science is speedily learned by the noblest genius without tuition.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.