Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.
Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!
One honest John Tompkins, a hedger & ditcher, Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; For all such vain wishes in him were prevented By a fortunate habit of being contented.
