There Is Nothing Wanting To

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

Let Joy Or Ease, Let Affluence Or Content, And The Gay Conscience Of A Life Well Spent, Calm Ev'ry Thought, Inspirit Ev'ry Grace, Glow In Thy Heart, And Smile Upon Thy Face.