Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

Praising all alike, is praising none.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.