| Such as the world to give in vain May boast for all its pleasures pain, Compar’d with virtue’s smiling train, |
Of joy refin’d, of peace and health,
The greatest good, the best of wealth.
For there’s that sweetness, and that peace
In virtue’s blessed, wholesome ways,
Which no disaster can defeat,
Its transports so divinely great.
Who would not then this course pursue,
Which only leads to bliss, and pleasures ever new?
NEW-YORK: Printed by THOMAS BURLING, Jun. No. 115, Cherry-street—where Subscriptions for this Magazine (at 6s. per quarter) will be gratefully received—And at No. 33, Oliver-Street.