There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit

The Life Of A Wit Is A Warfare Upon Earth.

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!

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

Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.