The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

Blest Paper-credit! Last And Best Supply! That Lends Corruption Lighter Wings To Fly!

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.