Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

If, Presume Not To God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man. Plac'd On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise, And Rudely Great.

What Can Ennoble Sots, Or Slaves, Or Cowards? Alas! Not All The Blood, Of All The Howards.

Nay, Fly To Altars; There They'll Talk You Dead; For Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.