Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.

One Science Only Will One Genius Fit; So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.

Be Silent Always When You Doubt Your Sense.