Poem by John Dyer

To His Son

Temperance, exercise, and air,
Make thee strong and debonair;
Quiet, competence, and health,
Furnish thee with real wealth;
Truth, humility, and love,
Lead thee to the bliss above.
More, at best, is but a bubble,
More is often toil and trouble.

1. To Clio, from Rome
2. Written at St. Peter's
3. Ah Gentle Shepherd, Thine the Lot to Tend
4. A Night Prospect
5. For Doctor Mackenzie’s Book “The History of Health” Etc. 1756

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