Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Music Resembles Poetry, In Each Are Nameless Graces Which No Methods Teach, And Which A Master Hand Alone Can Reach.

It Is Observable That The Ladies Frequent Tragedies More Than Comedies; The Reason May Be, That In Tragedy Their Sex Is Deified And Adored, In Comedy Exposed And Ridiculed.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.