On Content.
It is not youth can give content,
Nor is it wealth's decree;
It is a gift from heaven sent,
Though not to thee or me.
It is not in the monarch's crown,
Though he'd give millions for't;
It dwells not in his Lordship's frown,
Or waits on him to Court.
It is not in a coach and six,
It is not in a garter;
'Tis not in love, or politics,
But 'tis in Hodge the carter.
A Modern Samson.
Jack, eating mitey cheese, did say,
"Like Samson, I my thousands slay."
"I vow, quoth Roger, so you do,
And with the self-same weapon too."
On God's Omnipotence.
When Egypt's host God's chosen tribe pursued,
In crystal walls the admiring waters stood;
When through the dreary wastes they took their way,
The rocks relented, and poured forth a sea!
What limit can the Almighty goodness know,
Since seas can harden, and since rocks can flow?
The World.
The world's a book, writ by the eternal art
Of the great Author; printed in man's heart;
'Tis falsely printed, though divinely penned;
And all the errata will appear at the end.
Infamy.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar,
They light a torch to show their shame the more.
