A Saint In Crape Is Twice A

Satire Or Sense, Alas! Can Sporus Feel? Who Breaks A Butterfly Upon A Wheel?

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.