John Armstrong

'Tis not for mortals always to be blest.

'Tis not for mortals always to be blest.

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too:
Hence, the most vital read more

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
Supports the mind, supports the body too:
Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel
Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.

There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or read more

There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or flatterer at your board,
Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless read more

Weak withering age no rigid law forbids.
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.