The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint

At Every Trifle Take Offense, That Always Shows Great Pride Or Little Sense.

Whether With Reason, Or With Instinct Blest, Know, All Enjoy That Pow'r Which Suits Them Best.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.