To Balance Fortune By A

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.