Pleasures Are Ever In Our

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There.

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.

We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise We Grow. Our Wiser Sons, No Doubt Will Think Us So.

Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To Our Defence, And Fills Up All The Mighty Void Of Sense.

Let Fortune Do Her Worst, Whatever She Makes Us Lose, So Long As She Never Makes Us Lose Our Honesty And Our Independence.