He Mouths A Sentence As Curs Mouth

When Satire Flies Abroad On Falsehood's Wing, Short Is Her Life, And Impotent Her Sting; But When To Truth Allied, The Wound She Gives Sinks Deep, And To Remotest Ages Lives.

No Two On Earth In All Things Can Agree; All Have Some Darling Singularity; Women And Men, As Well As Girls And Boys, In Gewgaws Take Delight, And Sigh For Toys, Your Sceptres And Your Crowns, And Such Like Things, Are But A Better Kind Of Toys For Kings. In Things Indifferent Reason Bids Us Choose, Whether The Whim's A Monkey Or A Muse.

Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.

The Best Things Carried To Excess Are Wrong.

With Curious Art The Brain, Too Finely Wrought, Preys On Herself, And Is Destroyed By Thought.