The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.