While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!