Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Love Seldom Haunts The Breast Where Learning Lies, And Venus Sets Ere Mercury Can Rise.

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.