Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure

Though By Whim, Envy, Or Resentment Led, They Damn Those Authors Whom They Never Read.

Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds In Every Word.

The Oak, When Living, Monarch Of The Wood; The English Oak, Which, Dead, Commands The Flood.

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

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.