But the main stress of all our…

But the main stress of all our cares must lie, To watch ourselves with strict and constant eye: To mark the working mind when passion's course Begins to swell, and reason still has force; Or if she's conquer'd by the stronger tide, Observe the moments when they first subside; For he who hopes a victory to win O'er other men, must with himself begin, Else like a town, by mutiny oppress'd, He's ruin'd by the foe within his breast.

ARISE my soul, survey the morn, And purple beauties of the dawn, In order as they shine; The herbs that with the dew-drops glow, The grass, the shrubs, the flow'rets shew Their Maker all divine! Hark how the warbling feather'd throng Now tune their soft melodious song, From ev'ry leafy spray; The black-bird here with mellow throat And there the thrush with softer note, In concert pour the lay. Do thou my soul responsive join, Ambitious of a theme divine, And sing thy Maker's praise: Unnumber'd objects he supplies, For contemplation's wandering eyes, And all the Muses lays.

FRIENDSHIP's a pure, a Heav'n descended flame, Worthy the happy region whence it came; The sacred tye, that virtuous spirits binds, The golden chain that links immortal minds.