To Contemplation's Sober Eye. /

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

Can Honor's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flattery Soothe The Dull, Cold Ear Of Death?

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

When Love Could Teach A Monarch To Be Wise, And Gospel-light First Dawn'd From Bullen's Eyes.