Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

But Touch Me, And No Minister So Sore. Whoe'er Offends, At Some Unlucky Time Slides Into Verse, And Hitches In A Rhyme, Sacred To Ridicule His Whole Life Long, And The Sad Burthen Of Some Merry Song.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

No Creature Smarts So Little As A Fool.

Get Place And Wealth, If Possible With Grace; If Not, By Any Means Get Wealth And Place.