Say First, Of God Above

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

Lulled In The Countless Chambers Of The Brain, Our Thoughts Are Linked By Many A Hidden Chain; Awake But One, And In, What Myriads Rise!

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought, And Still Appears More Decent As More Suitable; A Vile Conceit In Pompous Words Express'd, Is Like A Clown In Regal Purple Dress'd.