On The Four Aces Doom'd To Roll.

Drawn By Conceit From Reason's Plan How Vain Is That Poor Creature Man; How Pleas'd In Ev'ry Paltry Elf To Grate About That Thing Himself.

Nor Waste Their Sweetness In The Desert Air.

By Different Methods Different Men Excel, But Where Is He Who Can Do All Things Well?

To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

Great Use They Have, When In The Hands Of One Like Me, Who Understands, Who Understands The Time And Place, The Person, Manner, And The Grace, Which Fools Neglect; So That We Find, If All The Requisites Are Join'd, From Whence A Perfect Joke Must Spring, A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.