So Poetry, Which Is In

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!