Education Forms The Common Mind.

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

I Never Knew Any Man In My Life Who Could Not Bear Another's Misfortunes Perfectly Like A Christian.

The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts, Is Won.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.