Virtue Without Success Is A Fair Picture

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

The Unhappy Man, Who Once Has Trail'd A Pen, Lives Not To Please Himself, But Other Men; Is Always Drudging, Wastes His Life And Blood, Yet Only Eats And Drinks What You Think Good.