Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.[287:3]
To the Hon. Charles Montague.
From ignorance our comfort flows.
The only wretched are the wise.[287:4]
To the Hon. Charles Montague.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
A Better Answer.