Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. - William Cowper

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.

Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers,
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.

Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.

And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!

That good diffused may more abundant grow.