Genius Is Independent Of Situation.

With That Malignant Envy Which Turns Pale, And Sickens, Even If A Friend Prevail.

Who To Patch Up His Fame, Or Fill His Purse, Still Pilfers Wretched Plans, And Makes Them Worse; Like Gypsies, Lest The Stolen Brat Be Known, Defacing First, Then Claiming For His Own.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

On The Four Aces Doom'd To Roll.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.