The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side

Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To Err Is Human, To Forgive, Divine.

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.

'tis Not Enough Your Counsel Still Be True; Blunt Truths More Mischief Than Nice Falsehoods Do.

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.