Quick-circulating Slanders Mirth Afford; And Reputation Bleeds

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

If Honor Calls, Where'er She Points The Way The Sons Of Honor Follow, And Obey.

Truth! Why Shall Every Wretch Of Letters Dare To Speak Truth Against His Betters! Let Ragged Virtue Stand Aloof, Nor Mutter Accents Of Reproof; Let Ragged Wit A Mute Become, When Wealth And Power Would Have Her Dumb.

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.