Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Nor In The Critic Let The Man Be Lost.

Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power Succeeds, Some Athens Perishes, Or Some Tully Bleeds.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.