For cheerfulness surely imparts
The temper best fitted for heaven.
EULOGY ON THE TIMES.
Let poets scrawl satiric rhymes,
And sketch the follies of the times,
With much caricaturing;
But I, a bon-ton-bard, declare
A set of slanderers they are,
For cheerfulness surely imparts
The temper best fitted for heaven.
Let poets scrawl satiric rhymes,
And sketch the follies of the times,
With much caricaturing;
But I, a bon-ton-bard, declare
A set of slanderers they are,