Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

The Nicest Constitutions Of Government Are Often Like The Finest Pieces Of Clock-work, Which, Depending On So Many Motions, Are Therefore More Subject To Be Out Of Order.

When To Mischief Mortals Bend Their Will, How Soon They Find It Instruments Of Ill.

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.