The great Creator's work we view
And trace it out by  clue;
Nothing is  but what is
With cautious and with thankful eye
We scan the great variety:
Each  within our reach we taste,
And call our neighbour to the feast.
Our souls do gen'rously disown
All pleasure that's confin'd to one;
The only rational employment
Is, to receive and give emjoyment:
To ev'ry pleasure we attend,
Not to enjoy is to offend.