Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

And Little Eagles Wave Their Wings In Gold.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.