Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fixed, 'tis Fixed As In A Frost.

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.

The Pure And Noble, The Graceful And Dignified, Simplicity Of Language Is Nowhere In Such Perfection As In The Scriptures And Homer. The Whole Book Of Job, With Regard Both To Sublimity Of Thought And Morality, Exceeds, Beyond All Comparison, The Most Noble Parts Of Homer.