I Never Saw Any Good That Came

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

How Easy It Is To Call Rogue And Villain, And That Wittily! But How Hard To Make A Man Appear A Fool, A Blockhead, Or A Knave, Without Using Any Of Those Opprobrious Terms! Tosparethegrossness Ofthenames, And To Dothe Thing Yet Moreseverely, Isto Drawa Full Face, And Tomake The Nose And Cheeks Stand Out, And Yet Not To Employ Any Depth Of Shadowing.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.