Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

Enough Of Satire; In Less Harden'd Times Great Was Her Force, And Mighty Were Her Rhymes. I've Read Of Men, Beyond Man's Daring Brave, Who Yet Have Trembled At The Strokes She Gave; Whose Souls Have Felt More Terrible Alarms From Her One Line, Than From A World In Arms.

There's A Strange Something, Which Without A Brain Fools Feel, And Which E'en Wise Men Can't Explain, Planted In Man, To Bind Him To That Earth, In Dearest Ties, From Whence He Drew His Birth.

With Various Readings Stored His Empty Skull, Learn'd Without Sense, And Venerably Dull.