And Soften'd Sounds Along The Waters Die:

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous.

Of Little Use, The Man You May Suppose, Who Says In Verse What Others Say In Prose; Yet Let Me Show A Poet's Of Some Weight, And (though No Soldier) Useful To The State, What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song? What Better Teach A Foreigner The Tongue? What's Long Or Short, Each Accent Where To Place And Speak In Public With Some Sort Of Grace?