William Cowper

His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.

The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
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The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That none decoy'd into that fatal ring,
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early gray, but never wise.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour.

Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour.

Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.

Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.