Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care, Destroying What Is With Thoughts Of What May Be.