No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?