How much a dunce that has been sent to roam

Man disobeys, and deity disowns me.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was.

Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

Oh! I could thresh his old jacket till I made his pension jingle in his pockets.