Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life,

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

In Various Talk Th' Instructive Hours They Past, Who Gave The Ball, Or Paid The Visit Last; One Speaks The Glory Of The British Queen, And One Describes A Charming Indian Screen; A Third Interprets Motions, Looks, And Eyes; At Every Word A Reputation Dies.

It Is Very Natural For A Young Friend And A Young Lover To Think The Persons They Love Have Nothing To Do But To Please Them.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.