We frolic while 'tis May.

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

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

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.