A Youth Of Frolic, An

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Man Never Thinks Himself Happy, But When He Enjoys Those Things Which Others Want Or Desire.

Tis From High Life High Characters Are Drawn; A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn: A Judge Is Just, A Chanc'llor Juster Still; A Gownman Learn'd; A Bishop What You Will; Wise If A Minister; But If A King, More Wise, More Learn'd, More Just, More Ev'rything.

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.